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makinglies2013-10-07 08:03 pm
silberfuchs) wrote in makinglies2013-10-07 08:03 pm
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Just the sniffles
[It's very rare that any of the cyborgs ever get sick. After all, when building an advanced super weapon you don't want it to succumb to disease. It's not unheard of, they do still have organic parts, but for as long as Albert had been a cyborg, he'd never once fallen ill.
Until today, that is.
It takes his eyes longer than usual to focus when he opens them in the morning, woken by Jet rolling out of bed. That in and of itself is his first clue, that Jet is up before him. The man may not sleep until noon as he used to but Albert's still usually a much earlier riser, or at least gets up at the same time. Yet here he is still huddled under the blankets while Jet brushes his teeth in his boxers, with absolutely no drive to leave the bed.
His vision is fuzzy, his head aches, and what little real skin he has is cold and clammy (a strange sensation when only roughly fifteen percent of your body is honest flesh) save for his face, which feels hot.
With a groan, Albert curls over with the comforter, his steel-gray hair barely visible peeking up from the bundle of blankets.]
Until today, that is.
It takes his eyes longer than usual to focus when he opens them in the morning, woken by Jet rolling out of bed. That in and of itself is his first clue, that Jet is up before him. The man may not sleep until noon as he used to but Albert's still usually a much earlier riser, or at least gets up at the same time. Yet here he is still huddled under the blankets while Jet brushes his teeth in his boxers, with absolutely no drive to leave the bed.
His vision is fuzzy, his head aches, and what little real skin he has is cold and clammy (a strange sensation when only roughly fifteen percent of your body is honest flesh) save for his face, which feels hot.
With a groan, Albert curls over with the comforter, his steel-gray hair barely visible peeking up from the bundle of blankets.]
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He'd never thought he could find this again, this peace and happiness. Contentment. Portions of it, yes. He was comfortable, had family, friends, but this. Love. This is the hole in him that Jet had filled, the place in his life that conforms so neatly around the blond, so perfectly. It's not even frightening anymore, just exciting and overwhelming and Right. There's a rightness that he almost expected but never could describe, never could prepare for, but to be able to call Jet his, officially in the eyes of god and everyone when he thought that wasn't something Jet had ever wanted is elating.
To be able to soon look down at a ring on his finger and match it with one on Jet's.
To know, unequivocally, that with him is where Jet wants to be, no matter what happens in their lives.
To know Jet knows that of him too.
A physical proof of that feeling.
It's enough to make him tear up just a little again and lean down into another kiss before his brash, handsome, intensely loving, perfect American can rise to his feet.]
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He returned the kiss for all he was worth before breaking it and standing, his hand only curling more tightly around Albert's. He spared their friends a final glance, smiling a bit at how they couldn't even see anything else around each other and led his German from the room. They'd have cleaning duties tomorrow, but that could wait until then.
Hand-in-hand, he led them back home and refused to let go even then. It wasn't until they were up in their room and Jet was pulling Albert in for another kiss before another second passed that he even thought about loosening his grip.]